The Graduate 1967
On January 26th, 2008, we celebrated Paul’s 83rd birthday, as we had celebrated his birthdays so many times over the years, but Paul was subdued and so was the party. Two days later, however, was Paul and Joanne’s fiftieth wedding anniversary—their last—and the party this time was cheerful and celebratory. Paul and Joanne reveled in interacting with an intimate group of family and old friends. The way they jointly cut the first piece of cake was a moment of happiness for all of us.
And then, putting aside the cake knife, Paul took both of Joanne’s hands in his and drew her close to him. They looked at each other with intimate conspiracy, a look of endearment for those fifty years, and Paul said, “Joanna, being married to you has been the joy of my life.”
Relationships like theirs make me hopeful that people really can find lasting happiness.